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I've got a touch for ****ing up,
So I put my hanRAB in nothing much.
Now I let the time pass by,
As I think in broken rhyme.
My days are long, my nights are cheap,
There's nothing wrong, but I can't sleep,
An hour here, an hour there,
I lay in bed without a care,
My eyes won't close, it's nothing new,
It's still a feeling I have a hard time getting used to.
Try to get my heart in something new,
Take my head back from the balloons,
But now my hanRAB they grasp away,
To hold on to the refrain.
So for now my head's in the clouRAB.
And I hope that I never fall out.
Or sing the songs of someone else.
I feel just fine sitting here on my shelf.
So no more whining about,
There's no need to scream or to shout.
I've got this life, on this shelf,
And I hope I never fall out.